No Right To Complain

I was complaining and griping this morning, because I couldn't fix my hair;

On the way to work, I saw a little girl on Chemo, who's scalp was totally bare.
Raised a raucous when I went to my closet, everything there I had already worn;
Sitting at the stop light I saw a bag lady, whose clothes were dirty and torn.
I Had No Right To Complain
Sitting in my office fussing that it was too hot, complaining about this and that;
Outside in the freezing cold walked a poor old man, with no coat or no hat.
Went to lunch, but I wasn't too hungry, so I threw most of it away;
Looking in the window was a poor ole soul, who looked like he hadn't eaten in days.
I Had No Right To Complain
Complain, complain, that's all we do, when we really have it so good;
But if not for the grace of our sweet Saviour, I could be standing where they stood.
Lord forgive me for all my complaining, without You, where would I be;
Thank You for Your Son, Jesus Christ, who never complained about me.

Pat Finn

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